[...you know, that's actually not too off the mark. his feet do hurt, and unfortunately, Stine's the type of person who hoards mounting irritations like a dragon collects gold. or a very spoiled kid who keeps tally of all the times his parents have yelled at him.

anyway.]

So is laughing at people who can't see you, but here we are. [he feels moody, but gosh, is he trying not to let it completely destroy this whatever-it-is between them. like it or not, he needs the guy. strength in numbers and all that. twigs crack under his shoes as he walks through a particularly thick bit of foliage, which he does so very carefully.] You don't have to think the best of them, you know. Not when they haven't given you any reason to.